#I'll be sitting there bisexually and talk like I'm not terrified

[pridoo]

I have a speaking gig coming up in two weeks!! I'll be talking in a comic festival again 😳

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for outing my mom when she didn't defend me against my dad? I'm 17NB, and my parents M52 and F49 are transphobic and homophobic. I thought this was fact for the majority of my life, so when I realized i'm bisexual I was terrified. I told my mom privately when i was 15 that I was questioning my sexuality because I knew she was the less violent of the two, and i was really emotional and crying the entire time. I was sobbing pretty hard when she told me to calm down and confided in me that she was also bisexual. she wasn't actually homophobic, but she married my dad despite the fact that he is and just never told him she was bisexual. before she married him she had even only ever dated women, but she told my dad she was a virgin.

anyway, for like two years i kept her secret, even when she agreed with the homophobic and transphobic shit my dad said. about two weeks ago, i talked to her about coming out to my dad as nonbinary. she was like "i'll back you up, i won't let him hurt you" yadda yadda. fast forward to three days ago, i sit my dad down and tell him i'm nonbinary.

immediately he starts yelling, calling me slurs and insulting me and all this shit. my mom isn't saying anything, just sitting there, even when my dad whacked me across the back of the head really hard. (i'm AMAB, so this was actually pretty normal for me growing up).

anyway, after his tirade, he turns to my mom and is like "can you believe this, honey?" and she called me the t-slur. she said "i won't have my son as a tr*nny" and crossed her arms and let my dad keep yelling.

after that i just lost it, i told my dad "you're calling ME a f*g, but you're the one who married one". i told my mom "tell him about all the girlfriends you had before him. tell him about how you're bisexual just like me" and both of them started telling me to get out, and they kicked me out of the house.

this morning, my mom sent me a message that said that i ruined her life and that my dad is filing for divorce because he doesn't want to be "married to a f*g".

i'm staying at my friend's place, because obviously i can't go home, but i feel like shit for turning my shitshow into my mom's shitshow. shitshow squared.

AITA???

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Draco malfoy headcannons

flavor: fluffy and smutish but they're separated so you won't get jump scared

Also I'm returning to my roots with this stinky mf okay I have writers block

Sfw

Liked you in the hallway crush type of way yk like when there’s that one person in the halls that you're like “god damn, anyways where’s my next class”

Never even tried to speak to you was just like ” I'll gaze from afar”

The only problem is that he has major resting bitch face so you were sat there racking your brain over what you could’ve possibly done to this random daddy’s money kid (like this isn't set in a private school but LOOK OVER THERE)

Confessed by just standing in front of you and 👁👁 before handing you an outdated birthday card with a 100 dollar bill inside with a note inside that was basically just him like “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-“

You did give him a shot and he did actually speak words to you

bitchest bitch ever yall bicker (lovingly of course) 24/7

“did you for real just copy off of me?” “Okay well at least I don’t have daddy issues” “You cannot be talking and you know it”

He gives stick bug vibes yk

does not comprehend normal human life you could be complaining about doing laundry and he is like “Just have one of the elves do it?” and you are like “😶right so-“

just assume you have the answer to everything bc like you’re his partner? tf?

“how far away is Saturn in kilometers?” “They don't measure distance with kilometers, Draco, you dumbass. It’s called lightyears.” ‘right so in lightyears then?” “How tf am I supposed to know?”

he’ll hear a crash and look to you like you know what’s going on and you’ll turn his head back

I'm not one to assume someone’s sexuality but it's very much bisexual for the both of you (he likes guys and you know it)

a hot guy will pass and you both turn to each other like {insert Bratz meme here}

has created mustard gas on accident

laughs at his own jokes unironically (he is the only one laughing)

will try to be relatable and it's just like “yk that moment when your Prada shoes get gourmet chocolate on them”

makes up new names for your stuffed animals bc he thinks all the ones you picked were “lame”

his beauty sleep comes above everything else

Once Theo woke him up (there was a fire they had to evacuate) and the next night you found him hovering a pillow over Theo’s face you tackled him to the ground

Only knows how to play dominoes no card games or anything only dominoes

Bought you guys matching sleep masks

And embroidered PJs

And bunny slippers

PDA hater

He’ll sit next to you at max when you're around lots of people when you're just around his friends he's down with hugs and hand-holding holding maybe a cheek kiss but that's it

Alone is a different story he's attached to you he's actively trying to crawl under your skin as we speak

Terrified of bugs he's standing on a chair and screaming the second he sees one

Pays you in kisses when you take the bug outside (after you wash your hands)

Prefers baths over showers

Hates dogs and growls at them more than they growl at him

Only likes cats in theory bc they leave hair on his clothes

He's a reptile man

has owned a bearded dragon and will own more

Cold mf you wanna look me in the eye and tell me he has good circulation

Presses his cold ass feet against you while you're on the brink of sleep so confused when you swing your hand back to smack him

“I'm just cuddling you?”

“Cuddle somebody else fucking ice cube bitch ass”

Every single night

He sleeps on his back with his hands on his stomach like he's going to get lowered into his casket it's embarrassing

Thinks he knows how to shake ass and then when he tries (and fails) he considers never speaking to anyone ever again

Has gotten flirted with while he was with you and he just stared at them blankly bc he couldn't tell if it was happening

And then he left the room entirely

Walks in on people butt ass naked bc he has not learned how to knock (only child syndrome)

Stares a lot

He has nothing better to do so he’ll just come join you in your dorm and 👁hi👁

You've learned to block him out so he’ll scare the shit out of you

Sure he doesn't know how to flirt but he has money so he makes up for it

If you look at anything longer than three seconds he's following behind you with his card and the other twelve bags you have

This does have you ending up with things you didn't want so your friends love your random gifts

One of them will walk into potions with a luxury purse and one of the other kids will be like “tf Did you get that?” and your friends are like “🫵” And you're like “I didn't want it” So some of the student body does hate your guts just a little

favorite food is plain white rice

Thinks that acrylic nails go under the skin yk like in those videos with the fake hands pushing the nails up the finger yeah he thinks that actually happens to people

Jaw on the floor when you explain to him that's not what happens

Nsfw kinda

Down to three-way and will NOT let you forget

“I met this cute girl at the-” “I'm down. 😐”

“Oh did you see Harry this morning he was-” “Do you think he'd hook up with us?😐” “Babe. We've talked about this” “just once please”

Has asked you to peg him

unless you have a dick then he's asking for one of those two-way things (you're on my blog you know what I'm talking about dude)

Sub SUCK MY DICK DUDE HES A SUB SHUT UP

Actively begging sobbing on his knees “Please baby Please being so good please”

Would be a swinger and he'd have a pineapple on his front porch

Sorry

Has dabbled in the lockerrooms

Will ask you if the boys can watch him hit and you said only if they see him at his lowest begging and pleading for you he is silent as of now (give him two weeks)

Type of bitch to be covered in hickeys and when someone is like “What happened? To your neck?” and he's like “Literally what are you talking about?” will gaslight them into thinking there's nothing on his neck

Prefers cuddling naked but hates not immediately being in the bath after sex so he has to battle himself in his head

Can't dirty talk he's like “You look so nice when you're not in clothes? Do you like my wee wee?” and you're sitting there “bitch your what?”

Have resulted in him not being allowed to talk

Quickies number one hater

Needs his time to get into pussybitchboy mode

Okay bye

[professorstrauss]

Inspired by a post about trans women on estrogen:

A trans man perspective.

Prior to HRT I considered myself asexual. I didn't experience sexual attraction, although I was drawn to relationships with men.

I did not enjoy sex, but I did it anyway, as it was what was expected - payment for being in a relationship.

In my late twenties I realised I actually didn't have to let anyone fuck me, and I was ecstatic at the thought of never being touched - or ever having to touch anyone else - ever again.

...flash forward a few years, and I'm talking about testosterone with my endocrinologist.

He asked me to rate my libido from 0-10. I confidently rated it a big fat zero. He told me it would likely increase on T. I smiled and nodded and didn't believe him for a second. I mean, what would he know? He only does this job for a living...

Four months on T, and I risk a peek at PornHub - still mildly terrified that my phone will catch an STD.

A month after that, I'm buying some (fairly tame) toys from LoveHoney. Then some less tame ones. Then some advanced/expert level ones.

A little over a year on T and I've downloaded Grindr, and within a month had sex with four strangers. One of whom is now a regular.

I'm 14 months on now, and had number 5 today (see previous post). I'm also now wondering if I might be leaning more towards bisexual than gay, as I REALLY want to try sex with a woman - something I'd never been interested in before.

I have so many new kinks - some stuff that would have disgusted me a year ago.

I would actually be relieved if my libido would calm the fuck back down, because it is surely only a matter of time before I get in trouble (meeting strangers for sex is NOT a sensible thing to do).

Sitting down to a civilised dinner with my family when my butthole and lower back still ache considerably from earlier activities, feels so wrong.

But I doubt I'll be sated for long.

I'll probably be hooking up again by Thursday.

[writethesleepaway]

Can't Fight This Feeling - P2

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: After Steve comes to the realization that he's bisexual, he's determined in going after what he wants; Eddie Munson. What he assumed would be an easy performance of flirting quickly turns into a complicated maze as he realises Eddie is more bark than bite.

Or, Steve Harrington is a manwhore and Eddie Munson is simultaneously horrified and turned on by the advances.

TW: masturbation and spicy thoughts from Steve

Word Count: 2659

A/N: This is my first piece of writing that I've uploaded on this account (I'm not new to writing fanfics ehehe) but I'm terrified anyways! In this story, everything that's happened in the show has happened, however Eddie lives and this story is set a few months after the events of Vecna. Also I was inspired by a post by @tuvens talking about manwhore Steve and Eddie so this is that :D

Here is Part 3!

(divider by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

Steve didn't see Eddie for another 4 days. 4 long, painful days, where Steve would wake up, sulking at the fact that his bed was empty, and would go to sleep, tired out from touching himself to the thought of the pretty boy who occupied his mind. During this time he had more revelations: he now realised that he wouldn't mind fully dating Eddie. Even though he had a hard exterior with tattoos and harsh fabric that sometimes hurt to touch, there was a good, soft heart waiting to love and be loved. Steve could tell in the little intimate moments they had when they embraced after fighting off some monster, or thanking each other for watching out for something. Eddie's brown eyes would be glossy, his chest heaving from adrenaline, soft lips that Steve wanted to kiss so badly parted ever so slightly.

But he realised that he had been too sexual in his flirtation the other day. Or maybe he could have sex with Eddie, and then ask him out? The situation was hardly traditional, they were two guys for fucks sake. Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course, Steve was just excited at his first proper situation with a guy.

He was shaken out of his thoughts when he heard repeated banging on the door and continuous rings from the door bell. As Steve rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stumbled out his room with half his shirt on, he pulls the door open to reveal Dustin looking up at him.

"Dude! I've been ringing the doorbell for like, 10 minutes! Were you asleep?" he asked.

"Yes Henderson. I was peacefully asleep before you decided to come over just to break down my door. Now what do you want?" Steve asked after pulling on the rest of his shirt.

"You gotta drive me to Eddie's trailer! I told him I'd meet him there to discuss-" Dustin was cut off by Steve's hand pressed against his mouth.

"Repeat. You said you need me to drive you to Eddie Munson's trailer?" Steve asked, still keeping his hand on Dustin's face. Dustin nodded enthusiastically, but Steve's face fell.

"When do you have to be there by?"

"Like, 10 minutes?"

"Aboslutely not. You tell me 10 minutes beforehand?! What happened to planning, Henderson? What happened to, thinking ahead?" Steve asked as he starts pacing around the living room.

"Jeez Steve I didn't think it was that big of a deal... I'll just go ask Robin or something."

"Nope. She's busy, I'm driving you. But you gotta give me 30 minutes.

"WHAT? Steve I said 10 minutes! Not 30! We don't have 30 minutes!" Dustin yelled.

"Wrong. You don't have 30 minutes, I do. That's what you get for coming here so last minute. Now sit your ass down and wait." Steve ordered as he walked to the bathroom. It didn't seem like it, but he was panicking. He knew he shouldn't have to try too hard for Eddie, but he wanted to clean up a little bit.

Stepping into the shower he quickly ran over his body with the soap, noticing he was already half hard. Steve chuckled at the thought, Eddie would always get him excited. His eyes found the clock on the wall, 24 minutes left. Without even thinking, he pulled a tight pair of jeans and a burgundy crewneck over his head. The last 20 minutes were spent fixing his hair, which caused Dustin to cough up a storm with all the fumes coming out of the bathroom.

"God Steve its just your hair no need for a smoke bomb!" Dustin yelled out.

"Shut up Dustin, you're just jealous you don't have my hair!" Steve yelled back.

When he was finally ready he took one last look at himself. Not too much, not too little. Cologne in the right places, keys in his pocket, he was ready to go.

"Up, Henderson, up!" Steve sang.

"Oh God Eddie's going to kill me for being so late." Dustin sighed.

"That's what you get. Ask me earlier next time." Steve responded as he opened the door for the two of them.

The pair sat in silence as Steve drove down the road, hearing the occasional conversations of people they passed.

"Steve, I gotta ask. Why'd you get ready just to drive me to Eddie?"

"I thought I might as well get ready for the day anyways since you woke me up."

"Wait so, you do that to your hair, every day?"

"Yeah?"

"How is your hair still alive that shit has got to be dead by now!"

"Speak for yourself little guy. My hair is fine."

Eddie was waiting in front of his trailer, joint in hand, when the car finally pulled into the area. Dustin was the first to come out scrambling to reach Eddie, apologies spewing out of his mouth left and right. Steve then exited the car and took off his sunglasses to look at Eddie. It was only then when the three realised that Eddie was shirtless, with only his plaid pyjama pants hanging low on his hips.

Steve felt all his blood immediately flow down as he took in the beauty in front of him. How he wanted to slowly kiss and suck at every square inch of bare skin on Eddie's body, holding both hands above his head while he teased him endlessly.

"Jesus Christ Dustin what have I told you about being on time! No dungeon master, not any normal person, appreciates tardiness!" Eddie yelled, suddenly hyperaware at his lack of clothes. His eyes glanced over at Steve, leaning on the side of his car, staring hungrily at Eddie's figure. Well he isn't very subtle my god... Eddie thought to himself.

"Like what you see King Steve?" Eddie joked. He figured that if Steve could flirt so shamelessly, he could too. Right?

"You know I do, pretty boy." Steve said, completely serious. Once again, a blush erupted on Eddie's face, and Dustin looked up from his position on the ground.

"What the shit... Yknow what, I'm not even going to ask." He murmured before looking back at his notebook.

"Dustin, bud, how are you getting home?" Steve asked, still looking up and down at Eddie, who still hadn't put on a shirt. Was this on purpose?

"Uhm, I was kinda hoping you would take me?" Dustin said as he looked up to Steve with a hopeful grin.

"And how long do you plan on staying here?" Steve asked.

"30 minutes, max! I promise, I won't take long." Dustin clasped his hands together in a pleading motion and shook them at Steve who laughed at his antics.

"Fine! But any longer and I'm leaving without you!" Dustin jumped up and dragged Eddie into his own trailer to talk, while Steve sat back down in his car. The image of Eddie, shirtless, with pants sitting dangerously low, would now be permanently etched in his mind. His own body betrayed him, his aching cock reminding him how he felt about Eddie.

F-fuck Eddie, just like that, right there! Oh god, fuck baby your mouth feels so good! Steve moaned as he leaned back into the headboard, while Eddie bobbed his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks around Steve's cock.

The scene sent shivers through Steve's body. He looked down at his thighs, sighing at the sight of his erection pushing up against the fabric of his pants. He tried to ignore the feeling, he really did, but as Steve looked around outside the car, seeing the trailers and a few people lingering outside, he couldn't help but get even more excited. The thought of being caught, being watched, made him feel a different kind of warm. A foreign feeling, yet still welcome. Especially the thought of Eddie catching him, Steve felt like he could faint from the pleasure.

Pulling his pants down, Steve grasped the base of his cock, moaning at the contact. His hands slowly moved up and down his shaft, pumping himself to the beat of no song in particular. Quiet whimpers and moans escaped Steve lips as he tried to get himself off. As he rocked into his hands he shut his eyes tight and let his head fall back onto the headrest. Using his free hand he played with his entrance, finger ever so slightly pushing against his hole, causing him to gasp every time he applied more pressure.

It didn't take long for him to finish, long ropes of his seed coating his stomach. His mind was gone, still thinking of him and Eddie, while he rested his hands on his stomach, chest still heaving. Eventually Steve realised he had to clean up, so he reached over to his glove compartment and pulled out spare napkins that he always kept just in case for the kids. As he finished wiping himself, he heard the door to Eddie's trailer open, prompting him to quickly pull up his pants.

"Steve! Come out here!" Dustin called out.

As Steve walked towards the two, he couldnt help but smile at Eddie who had since put on a shirt. It was cute to see him look so domestic.

"Sooooo.... We were thin-"

"No, correction, Dustin was thinking." Eddie corrected.

"Okay fine, I was thinking, that we could have a movie night / pool party?" Dustin suggested.

"Its a school night Henderson, you know the rules." Steve deadpanned.

"Oh come on, just one movie? Then you and the older kids can have the pool party." Dustin pleaded.

"Wait, are you saying we do this at my house?" Steve asked. Dustin's face lit up, Eddie gulped nervously.

"Duh! You're the only one with a pool!” Dustin exclaimed.

“Nope. Not a chance Henderson. You and the kids can watch one movie but after that everyone out.” Steve explained.

“Oh come on Harrington, let the younglings have their fun. They’re not children anymore.” Eddie pleaded.

Steve stayed firm in his decision, surprisingly. He thought any form of begging from Eddie would make him melt. The motherly instincts were stronger than the feelings he harboured.

While Steve was lost in his mind, Dustin and Eddie had come up with plan.

“Please, Steve? Let them have fun, for me? And I wanna come over too, use your pool and what not.” Eddie asked, batting his eyes up at Steve with a small smile gracing his face.

For a brief moment, all the confidence Steve had quitly left his body, along with his soul. Steve was convinced that he had died, because surely he was in heaven. Eddie saying please, using his first name, smiling at him, it was definitely heaven.

"Alright fine, fine, whatever. Get your shit and let's go." Steve relented, as the two highfived each other. Dustin ran back inside to grab his stuff while Eddie stayed back for a moment.

"Thanks Stevie." Eddie whispered. He took two fingers under Steve's chin and tilted it upward just to the point where his face met Eddie's lips as he placed a kiss on his cheek.

Steve could have sworn that time had stopped. If he thought he was in heaven before, he surely wasn't, and was now. Eddie, THE Eddie Munson, the only person to ever invade his thoughts every waking hour this badly, had just flirted with him, touched him, and kissed him on the cheek. Steve could die peacefully now, like actually, peacefully.

Back in the trailer, Dustin and Eddie were jumping up and down like school girls.

"Oh my God I can't believe that worked! Holy shit, Eddie it worked!" Dustin yelled as he spun around with Eddie.

"I KNOW! HOLY FUCK IT WORKED!" Eddie responded.

"YOU GOT HIM TO SAY YES!" "I KISSED HIM!" The two practically screamed.

"Oh, okay yeah that happened too. Look, I'm glad you guys can be flirty and what not, but gross. It's like, my parents kissing in front of me." Dustin explained.

"Okay yeah, got it. Just, please Henderson, I'm asking you this as a friend to a friend, keep quiet about it alright?" Eddie's voice broke a little at the end. Dustin could tell how serious he was.

"Oh my god yeah, of course. But let's be real, Steve will probably do something first. He literally called you pretty boy in front of m-"

"OH MY GOD HE CALLED ME PRETTY BOY! AGAIN!" Eddie yelled again. Dustin turned around to the metalhead, who's mouth was covered by his hand. The two erupted into a mess of giggles and jumping up and down in circles. Surprisingly, Steve didn't hear a thing. He was still basking in the feeling of Eddie having touched him, kissed his cheek even. Well at least that confirms that there are some mutual feelings.

Dustin and Eddie eventually came out of the trailer to see Steve leaning against his car again.

"Let's go!" Dustin laughed out as he and Munson opened the car to the back seat.

"Nope, Munson you're in the front with me, big boy." Steve commented, causing Eddie to shiver at the nickname. Dustin hummed with approval and Eddie sank into the passenger seat.

The three drove back into town, windows down, taking in the summer sun.

Eddie had purposely left his hand a little bit too much to the left. Okay scrap that, it wasn't even on his own thigh anymore, just resting over that weird space between the seat and the gearbox. He wondered why Steve hadn't picked up on the hint, until he did. Steve took Eddie's hand in his right one, keeping their fingers intertwined as he drove using his left. Eddie had to physically turn his face towards the window and hide it in his hand to prevent himself from squealing with excitement. Of course, Dustin was none the wiser.

After having picked everybody up, Will, Mike, Max, El and Dustin all piled into the Harrington household's living room to watch some random movie, one that Steve payed no mind to. He couldn't stop watching Eddie, who sat on the floor, and somehow let Max braid his hair. Steve wondered what it would feel like to run his fingers through his hair, to scratch the back of Eddie's neck, to pull it as he was making love to the boy.

Even though it felt like seconds, eventually an hour had passed, and Steve's thoughts were interupted by the kids.

"Hey, thanks for letting us stay. Jonathan and Nancy are picking us all up, so we're fine to go from here." Dustin explained to Steve while wiggling his eyebrows. Steve knew that at this point Dustin could tell what was going on, he definitely wasn't trying to hide anything anyways. He just rolled his eyes at his younger counterpart and ushered his kids out the door. After everyone had left, he turned around to see Eddie had fallen asleep on the side of the couch. Steve's heart practically exploded at the sight. He bent down, watching him sleep for some more, before deciding to wake him up.

"Eddie, hey sleepyhead, wake up." Steve cooed as he cupped Eddie's face, thumb stroking his cheek. Eddie's eyes fluttered and was surprised to see Steve's face so close, espcially holding his own.

"Shit, sorry Harrington, I haven't slept in a while." Eddie murmured as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Don't apologize sweetheart, do you just wanna sleep? My parents won't be home tonight so you're welcome to crash here." Steve offered.

"No, no. I said I wanted to use the pool. So I'm gonna do just that."

"Be my guest Eddie. Be my guest."

Eddie got up from the couch and grabbed his bag, giving one last look at Steve before disappearing into a bathroom to change.

"You coming with me Harrington?" Eddie asked.

"Of course." Steve replied.

The two couldn't calm themselves down. They couldn't wait to see each other in the pool.

[glitchstoxicwaste]

I hope a matchup would be alright with you, your writing makes my serotonin go apeshit in the best of ways 💞

I am 18 years old, a Sagittarius. I've got green/brown eyes (central-heterochromia gang where you at) long and hella messy black hair with bangs that cover one of my eyes, skin that's about as pale as the moon, a short (like 5'2-5'3) with an hourglass body, and my general aesthetic falls somewhere under the 'big tiddy goth gf' category. I'm also an AFAB Genderfluid Bisexual!

Personality depends on who I'm around. I'm usually quiet and sarcastic with people I'm not close with, generally just trying to avoid them and go somewhere else. If it's someone I actually like, then it's a total 180 there. I'm a naturally energetic (chaotic) and optimistic person who never thinks before acting if I think something's fun. Oh, is that a shopping cart? Let's ride it down the stairs >:D

I tend to take better care of others than myself though, if anyone is upset or uncomfortable in the SLIGHTEST I'm on it immediately and make it my number one priority to make them laugh and have a good time, but I almost always reject help/comfort when I need it. I'm stubborn when it comes to that.

I love picking up new artistic hobbies, whether it be drawing, singing, sculpting, anything like that really. I also LOVE video games and movies, specifically the ones that fall under the horror genre. I'm also the type of person to put themselves in a horror situation because it looks like fun, and may whatever God out there help the poor soul that comes with me. I've dragged so many friends to abandoned buildings, it was terrifying and awesome.

In a relationship, I'm rarely one to make the first move out of sheer anxiety, but the second I get comfortable I'm the clingiest mf out there. I'm extremely affectionate, just a liiiiiittle overprotective sometimes, and painfully lovey-dovey. Sappy nicknames and compliments are like second nature to me. I'm very open about my feelings if there's something bothering me and I'll always try to stop arguments by instead having my s/o and I sit down and talk rather than scream and cry.

I've also got a couple mental health issues that result in occasional verbal/physical tics, alongside disassociative episodes if I'm in a stressful environment. (Also, cough cough, major ADHD/autism brain right here)

Plus, bonus caffeine addiction. Not coffee though, just energy drinks and tooth-rottingly sweet sodas.

Thank you in advance, keep up the awesome work!!

I- I can’t handle compliments- I legit shut down for a bit squealing- like- my class is concerned now- thank you so much, I’m glad you like my writing!

I hope you like your match!

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[benoitblanc]

Erebos sounds sick as heck, tell me all about your characters

and THANK YOU MUNDIE! it's got a really large cast so i'm going to put this all under the cut because it's likely going to get really long. for those reading this ask who may have missed the initial conversation, erebos is the crime drama show i'm working on outlining right now. the VERY short elevator pitch is leverage meets peaky blinders but gayer and in modern-day france

our less-than-intrepid not-really-heroes:

lily spence runs this damn town. well, that's not really true. lily spence runs this damn fringe group of four other petty crooks who kind of just rob enough people to live comfortably and not much else. but they are VERY good at it. born into british aristocracy, she was disowned by her extremely traditional parents when they walked in on her kissing another girl. only seventeen, she fled to france to stay with her brother, who was working in marseille, but got waylaid in paris. she was nearly mugged until karim intervened and took her under his wing. and now look at them seventeen years later. criminal masterminds. lily is very very smart and ruthless and also a total nerd. if an episode of doctor who is airing, she will not run a con because she is absolutely insistent on watching it. also, there’s a running gag of how she, as a stereotypical bisexual, cannot sit on chairs properly. she loves her team and she loves committing crimes, but the prospect of going toe to toe with elise archambault terrifies her. (but she'll be damned if she shows it.)

karim ayari acts as lily's second-in-command. he has the least fleshed out backstory of the gang right now, but he used to work for the dutch intelligence force before getting sick of all the bullshit and corruption involved with federal law enforcement and leaving to become something of a vigilante. somehow he ended up in paris, where he met and teamed up with lily. as the oldest member of the team (though only by a few years), he's also the most level-headed and often has to bail the others out of trouble. he's also just a total sweetheart. he spends his free time teaching self-defense to homeless women and children. i love him.

yvette laroche started her adult life as an automobile saleswoman before she discovered that her persuasive skills were much more lucrative when applied to crime, at which point she joined the team as their grifter. she is the only member of the team who is actually french and more or less the only member of the team who is still on good terms with her family (though i'll talk about lily's brother later.) she's a black trans lesbian- in fact, she and lily even briefly dated before deciding they were better off as friends- who adores few things more than eating the rich. these few things include terrible jokes and even worse romance novels.

adrian valenti is the team's resident cat burglar, which is an apt title because he is also my poor little meow meow. (for the record, i STILL have no idea what that actually means, but the feeling it evokes is definitely adrian.) he grew up on the streets of manhattan, which is where he learned to become such a good thief. i have no idea what words in the next big plot detail in his life have been banned by apple, so let's just say for convenience's sake that he also developed a substance problem. adrian has been clean for several years now but still struggles to talk about his time in new york. i'm not completely sure yet how he made his way to paris, but here he is. he's kind of an asshole 90% of the time, but has a huge heart deep down and really deeply cares about his team. he thinks lily is the worst person he's ever met. he's desperately in love with her.

julia ono serves as the team's technical support, which is a nice way of saying she's a hacker. one of the best in the world, in fact. she's from australia, but was in france for a job when interpol finally nabbed her. she was immediately broken out of jail by adrian. van houden, whom you'll meet below, was NOT pleased about the whole affair. the team's condition on breaking her out was that she work with them on a job, but she liked them, though she thought they were the weirdest people she'd ever met, so she stuck around for the next job. and the next. and, well, here she still is. julia has a very sarcastic sense of humor, which is why she gets along so well with adrian, even if she may call him "bitch-ass white boy" to his face in a very strong aussie accent. the youngest member of the team, she is fashionable and unapologetic, though she struggles to overcome internalized stereotypes, and a lesbian with a massive crush on yvette.

la famille archambault, aka The Mob(TM):

elise archambault is in charge of la famille archambault, an organized crime syndicate operating out of paris. she knows exactly what she is capable of and won't let anyone else forget it. as a woman, she has had to work twice as hard to get to where she is. she won't let any transgressions go lightly, so when a ragtag gang of crooks robs her own sister-in-law, she takes it upon herself to wipe them out. they've made their living conning tourists and the wealthy. she, by contrast, is elise goddamn archambault. they pose no threat to her. right?

lucas archambault is elise's older cousin who serves as her lieutenant and advisor. "arwen," you might ask, "what's lucas' deal?" the truth is i still have no idea. this man currently has no personality and no backstory. unfortunately, i can't cut him because he's essential to the plot. *sighs in writer*

olivier archambault is elise's younger brother who might resent his sister's power and DEFINITELY resents lucas' power. shouldn't he be the second-in-command? sure, he gets to be in the field much more, but he doesn't like being told what to do. isn't he the one who knows what's best for lfa? shouldn't he be in charge?

catherine archambault is olivier's wife who kind of didn't know what she was marrying into until it was too late. she loves olivier enough to make it work, though, and with her head for numbers, she all but runs the business side of lfa. unfortunately, that doesn't mean she's impervious to getting swindled out of a sizable chunk of cash by adrian and julia...

friends, foes, and other irritations:

mickey spence is lily's kind-hearted older brother who is the only member of her family she is still in touch with. in direct contrast to his sister's less-than-legal pursuits, he's a respectable businessman working out of marseille. he loves lily more than anything but is a bit concerned about what she and her friends are doing. mickey is my favorite character. my emotional support himbo, if you will. i adore him

marya van houden is a dutch interpol agent working out of paris who has been keeping an eye on lfa and subsequently crosses paths with the team. van houden is very good at her job, so the team should really end up in jail. except... she used to work with karim, and she hates lfa just as much as they do. if it means bringing down the most dangerous crime syndicate in the city, she might just be willing to play ball with the lesser evil

denis gascoigne is another petty thief who has been adrian's biggest rival for years. but in a friendly way, you know? they're frenemies. gascoigne wouldn't do anything like turn the team over to lfa, the police, or interpol, but he'll definitely mildly inconvenience them if he gets the chance. on extremely rare occasions, he might even lend them a hand

madeleine benoit and jacques timonier are the paris police detectives in hot pursuit of the team. they're not exactly BAD to the degree that elise's crew is, but they're just really fucking annoying. and unfortunately really determined. benoit is up for a promotion and by god she's going to get it. you know anne from santa clarita diet? they're like anne, but not as easily swayed into thinking the team are actually messengers of god

tania featherswaite unfortunately might end up getting cut because she features prominently in the season 3 storyline that is teetering on the line between "revolutionary and keeps the show fresh" and "unmitigated disaster." she was lily's first girlfriend- you know, the one lily's parents saw her kissing and threw her out over- but her parents were much more supportive than the spences, so she's still in the uk. she's much quieter than lily but has a genuine and elegant strength, as well as what is possibly the only moral compass on this show. her major story arc is kind of a spoiler, but she basically gets to do a lot of badass spy-esque stuff with lily and mickey that i am REALLY hoping stays in. we'll see.

[queer-as-frikc]

My coming out story is weird, it gets a lil transphobic so tw near the end tw long post too

So, pretty much throughout my time growing up through elementary school and half of middle school, i grew up in a white middle class area. I didnt know about the LGBTQ+ or anything other than what I saw, which was white people and an occasional poc. Eventually I had to move and I ended up in a super diverse area, and ended up becoming best friends with this person (they are ftm now so imma use the right pronouns but they were f when this story mostly takes place) he told me all about things I didnt know, specifically the LGBTQ+ community and that he was pan, and it was new information so just like any 13 year old learning new things, I questioned myself, I questioned if I could like the same sex or not or possibly more.

Sadly, drama happened between my best friend, his girlfriend and I, so thing got a little weird. But there was a time in winter, when he was off that relationship for more than a month and he said he'd like to date me, and I really thought about it before hand and said yeah, I couldnt tell you how happy I was to have this experience.

I told my mom that night, in a round about way cuz I was nervous, "Hey mom, what if I liked girls?" She told me she doesnt think that I do, because I always expressed feelings for guys, and when I tell her I didnt really understand what being gay was when I was younger, I didn't really know it was a possibility. She snapped at me and said, "Unless you are willing to kiss a girl and do the other stuff, you arent gay at all."

Eventually I have a sit down conversation with her, about how confusing this all was and how I wish I knew how I felt, and so on. She said she had a similar questioning phase but it never stuck so she doesnt think I am.

Like a month later I figure it out and dude that was so gratifying. I came out as bi to my mom, who just dismissed the whole thing, but I was terrified to tell my uncle (it's a long story about that, no it's not "sweet home Alabama") because he always said bi's were wh*res so yeah. I ended up telling him, and he goes, "You know my opinion on it but that doesnt mean that I'll disown you or anything." Btw the relationship (dating wise) with my best friend after he came out as ftm because he went back to his ex, it's all cool tho.

So that was that, or so I thought. It was my first year of high school, and I finally really understood the definition of pan, what was holding me back though was the trans experience, I thought because I didnt know what it was like, I couldnt be pan, even though I didnt have a preference, turns out it just means you like people no matter their gender and it like, clicked finally so yeah. I've told my family about that since but I a similar reaction: my mom said she doesnt think I am and she lectured me on my generation having so many labels and how she hated it. My uncle said he appreciated that I was pan more than me being bi which confused me but he just had a better view of pansexual than bisexual. (I explained to both of them what the difference was but idk man)

I believe it was my second year of high school when I really started to question my gender, and that was mostly because I saw a video of what gender dysphoria looks like if it's not that strong and you arent aware for ftm. So like wearing bagging clothes all the time, always wearing sports bras, and practically no other bra, feeling really good if someone accidentally calls you sir, etc. And I was like, oml it's me. But it wasnt, I didnt find that out until later tho. So, with my friend group, I find a name that seems to fit me well and ask them to address me by it and he/him pronouns, as like a test of sorts. (All of my friends are gay in some way so it was cool) In the end tho, I got a little iffy about the whole thing and wouldnt ever correct them at times or it was just off for me. I felt really bad because I thought that they might have thought that I was just trying to force myself to be more like them, but I wasnt, i still felt bad though and kinda dropped it.

I'm not sure 100% how I figured it out tho, but I remember talking to my best friend (not the same one from middle school, they were my best friend as well but they arent the same person) about the whole experience and I believe they brought up the idea of genderfulid, and I was like :0.... what that. They explain it, you go aall over the gender spectrum, some days you might feel like a boy, others you might feel like you have no gender, some days you might feel like your gender is something completely weird and different, that's just what it is. And I was like, "It fits but like, I barely feel femme at any point in time, maybe like once a year." And they tell me, that's ok and stuff as long as my gender just decides to be a completely weird and went all over the place, it counted, so I was like, "I finally figured it out!!!" And i was so happy.

Then came the time I was comfortable enough to tell my parents. I had been using the label genderfuild for over half a year already and I thought that it was what I was so it was ok to tell them. I saw how ok me being gay went, so I was nervous but not as nervous as I should have been, probably. I told my mom first, she went on a similar rant of her no liking my generations labels and such, but it went fine, I explained it, I thought I was through, I thought I was fine, apparently not. One day I'm in the shower and I hear my mom being very expressive with what ever shes talking about to my uncle, which is fine, she needs someone to vent to sometimes. When I get out though, and I can here her clearly, I hear sees complaining about what I told her recently, that I'm genderfulid, but instead of saying that, she only says I want to be a boy. (Oh no) So shes complaining to him, asking why I cant be more like her and just be a masculine girl and be fine, why do I have to fit in with the crowd of my generation to feel special, why cant I just be fine with who I am now? Etc.

The sad thing is, that night, I was going out shopping for pants and underwear with my uncle because I needed some and I wore men's pants already at that point, because they are more durable, and stuff so I knew it was gonna be a long ride. My mom was snippy with me that whole night, just the entire time which sucked.

When we finally left to go get clothes though, I didnt know it could get worse. My uncle lectured me about how that's just my generations fad, and how his was making tattoos and piercings ok in the work place and mine is being trans a gay and all that crap, and that I'm just trying to fit in, I'm not being myself, no matter how much I chop myself up and cut my hair and take hormones my chromosomes will never change and so I can never be an actual guy. He also said that I would bring just more attention to myself being a woman who does guy things rather than try and be one, and he thinks I'm doing this all for attention. I was mad but silent at this point, I didnt want to cause anything to happen. He ended up asking me, "So did you pick a different name?" I was surprised but I said yeah, and my friends were using it and it seemed to fit better. He asked me what it was and fear over took my body. I told him, "I'll only tell you if you dont use it against me if your mad." He says, "i cant promise that." And then gets mad because I wont tell him. Though I do, because I feel obligated since hes buying me clothes. To be even more confusing, he buys me guys underwear, and undershirts along with the predetermined pants he promised me and now I'm so confused.

But it gets even worse. When we get home, my mom freaks out on him because be bought me all that mens stuff and she said he was encouraging my behavior and stuff, he defended with it's just clothes, and yah it is. Eventually things settle down, obviously my mom isnt talking to be, but that's for the best at this point. I'm in the living room with my uncle and he just then starts harassing me with questions like, how do you know? he asks. "Well, I just feel that way, same as you." I say. But why do you wanna be a guy? he asks. "I dont wanna be a guy, it's just weird that way. Also it's not me being a guy, it me being many more than that," I say. He says that's bullsh*t. I offer to show him videos that better explain what trans is and how it's an actual sciencey thing and stuff but he said he wont take a video because he wants me to say it. And then he just goes off, saying the name I picked out shows how self centered I am because I am selfish, he kept asking me if i liked to fight, to catch and play with bugs, to be strong, to be angry all the time, and all these stereotypes for men and I just left, and went to bed. He wasnt going to listen to me, so there wasnt a point to me staying.

But, it gets worse. The morning comes and I'm awoken by the slam of my door by my uncle and the laughter of my mom. My uncle starts being really aggressive and starts cleaning my room, I only have clothes on the floor mostly so that's all it was, but he starts saying, well if you're gonna be a man, imma start training you like one, the man of the house picks up after everyone, the man of the house does everything he can to help the house run smoothly, the man of the house has to be strong, and all that stuff. (Which I thought was funny because he was "the man of the house" yet I did everything, and still do. I clean up most after him, funny huh.) And, I know what's happening and so I stay in bed, I don't want this to happen. But I literally get ripped out of my bed by my uncle and get told to stop being a little b*tch and a brat because I'm being selfish by my mom and I'm yelled at to sit in the living room and wait while my uncle cleans my room. When hes done hes starts lecturing me and being all aggressive and in my face. He keeps asking me a million questions with the tone that he didnt care so I knew he wouldn't listen. Eventually, him and my mom leave, I'm told to stay there until I get back. When they do get back, they act like everything is fine, nothing happened between them and I and it's just been so hard for me to talk to them about that since.

I'm greatful that I dont have to deal with that anymore but every time something that that is brought up with my family, I panic so much now. I'm fine and I'm safe but it was very traumatic for me. And uh, thanks for listening.

hey, thank you so much for sharing your story. this was just. so heartbreaking. noone deserves to have a person like your uncle in their life. im so sorry you had to go through all of that. i hope you’re in a much better place now <3 (also i loveeddd reading about how you figured it out) =)

again, tysm <3

[kairi-lansley]

I want to tell you all a true story. None of this is fabricated or exaggerated. I'm not going to give every single detail because this will already be a long post. I want to tell you a true story about the love of my life:

When you're a hitch-hiker, life is completely different from how normal people live it. You learn to live and survive completely off of the kindness of strangers and have to roll with whatever the universe decides to throw at you that day. Everything can change, you're life could be in danger if you make a bad decision.

By the time I'd reached Taos, NM my money was completely spent. I was out of real food and the only thing I had to eat for three days were some homemade pot cookies that I had been rationing because I needed SOMETHING to eat. I had been sitting out on the sidewalk next to a Walmart flying a sign so I could get enough change to buy myself something substantial to eat.

While I was sitting there with a cardboard sign that said "Spare some change to fuel my rocket ship" (it was my favorite sign and people typically threw me whatever they could because they found it amusing) a guy about my age walked over to me. He introduced himself as "Tex." His hair was blond and shaved down into a military style cut, his eyes were the same green-blue as mine, and he was about 5'11. He asked if I was a traveler. I told him I was and he explained to me that he was as well and that he was on his way to The National Rainbow Gathering. That was my destination as well. He asked how long I'd been in Taos to which I replied I'd only just arrived that day.

By this time I'd made enough change to walk over to McDonald's and grab myself a couple cheeseburgers so he offered to walk with me. We talked about our travels, he was here from Austin, TX, this was his first time hitch-hiking too, his dad had passed away from cancer and when that happened he decided to hit the road and find himself. We ate lunch together. I told him my story. How I had been horribly depressed and living alone in my own apartment when a couple of my friends had showed up from Iowa to ask if I wanted to travel. Little did they know I was about to overdose and had everything set up to do so. Part way through our journey we decided to split up and race to the Gathering.

"So you're alone then?" he asked, wolfing down his large fries.

"Yeah," I replied. "Aren't we all though?"

There was something in that moment when he looked at me. A kind of quiet stillness. He saw through the facade of a joke I'd made. He saw I wasn't just talking about traveling and he saw that I was terribly, agonizingly alone I was. Either that or I'm just projecting because it was exactly what I saw in him too. We made an agreement that moment, not with words, there were none, just silence. We would travel the rest of the way to the gathering together.

After our lunch he asked if I'd like to walk around town with him. Taos is a beautiful little town. To the east there were mountains and to the west nothing but desert and mesa. We'd spent the whole day just walking around, looking at all the little touristy shops. Joking, laughing, at one point we flew a sign together to get some dinner and ate it picnic style in the middle of Taos Plaza where there was a free jazz show being played. While we were sitting there a man came over to us. He introduced himself to us and asked if we had been flying a sign outside of Walmart. I told him we had and then he asked where we were staying.

"We haven't actually figured that out yet. Probably in a park." Tex told the man.

The guys smiled, "Not tonight you're not. I'm staying over at the Sun God Inn for the next two weeks while I'm here on business and I have a spare bed. If you two need a place to rest your head later you can come down."

Tex and I thanked this stranger profusely and he told us what room he was in. He sat with us a bit longer before deciding he'd had enough of the free concert and wanted to go back to his room.

"You two enjoy your evening and just come knocking when you need."

After the man left, Tex and I stayed listening to the music. The sun had started to set and I remember thinking that New Mexico sunsets were far more beautiful than any other place I'd been. Tex stood up and shyly smiled then asked, "So I know you're not really a girl.... and that's okay with me.... and I'm Bisexual.... and I ain't that good at this sort of thing.... but would you maybe like to dance with me?"

My heart stopped. I was a little wounded about the "not really a girl" but it didn't matter because he meant well. I recall looking up at him and saying "I only know how to dance like a stripper." He laughed. With a gloved hand he took mine, pulled me to me feet, then insisted that I dance with him. I protested a bit giving him a million reasons why I can't dance before he said "Who cares? None of these people are going to see us again." He was right.

We spent maybe half an hour slow dancing in the plaza, under the burnt orange sky of the setting sun. I remember thinking this was the most incredible thing that's ever happened. He was so cute, definitely dirty but then again so was I since it'd been at least a week since my last shower. It didn't matter. I was happy, and his eyes were the most beautiful eye's I'd ever seen. The whole day had been amazing.

After the music stopped he asked if I was tired yet. I told him I wasn't so he asked if I wanted to go sit in the park. I remembered that I'd had a few more o those pot cookies left over so I suggested we could go down to Kit Carson Memorial Park and eat them. That's what we ended up doing. It was there on a picnic table under the stars where we were talking and stoned out of our minds when he grabbed my hand then very slowly leaned in and gave me our first kiss. To this day, no other kiss could ever compare.

After making out in the park for a bit we decided to go and sleep at the Inn the man had told us he was at. When we got there we knocked on the door. He was pretty drunk and welcomed us warmly. We stayed up for a while talking to him, telling the man about our travels, where we were going, talking about our lives, until he eventually decided to go to sleep. He gave us the remote and told us we could shower. So I showered first (it'd been so long I forgot how good they felt) and then Tex took one after me. I was laying under the covers flipping through channels while our host was sleeping in the other bed.

When Tex got out of the shower wearing just his boxer-briefs I stared at him in silent adoration. Shit, I was really developing some incredibly strong feelings for this guy. There wasn't a single thing about him I could find off putting or unattractive. That night he fell asleep holding me with his face in my hair.

When we woke up the next morning, our host had gone out and left us some coffee and donuts before he went wherever he had to go. There was also a note that said "Feel free to stay however long you need. There are some mushrooms in the nightstand. Be back later. Enjoy! ;)"

A lot of that day in the room was a blur but there were a few notable moments that I still recall. For instance while we were tripping I was laying on the bed holding hands with him and it felt like our life forces were melding, merging, our souls were one, we were one, and he told me this was how it was always supposed to be. Us against the world. I remember giggling when the Native American Shaman in the ceiling agreed with us. I remember giggling when we shut off the lights then removed the lamp shades from the lamps then placed them on our heads, playing some weird version of peek-a-boo. Finally, as we were coming down we held eachother and he said "Did you know I've loved you my entire life?" and I replied "Yes, because I've loved you my entire life."

Our host returned later that night, he was drunk again and we'd spent the day cuddling and talking in bed. Our host said something before he passed out that unnerved me a little but I brushed it off as just flattery, he said "You're a lucky man Tex. You're girlfriend is one hell of a catch." He then went on to tell us we were welcome to stay however long he needed.

The next day we woke up and decided to wander town. There's so many details I'm leaving out, but that's okay, I can't forget any of it. We were in love with eachother's souls that's all that matters right? At one point that day after we had spanged up enough money to eat lunch we were walking through town when we came across a bicycle at the park sitting unchained.

"You wanna borrow that?" Tex asked.

"Borrow? What do you mean? You mean steal it?" I asked nervously.

"No not steal! We're just going to borrow it then we'll bring it back."

Before I could say no he hopped on the bike and had me sit on the handle bars. It was terrifying yet exhilarating at the same time. We rode around town on the bike for a couple hours before my anxiety took over and I told him we needed to return the bike. So we did, and I was high on being a bad criminal that returns their stolen goods. No harm no foul. Again we slept at the motel, but that night our host busted out a guitar and played us classic rock songs while we sang along.

The next day Tex woke me up and said, "Hey I'm going to go down to Walmart and fly a sign. I'll be back in a few hours if that's okay." Our host had given us a key card to the room. I said that was alright and that I was just going to just hang out in the room because it was so hot outside. He kissed me, told me he loved me, and left.

About an hour later our host returned unexpectedly. He was drunk. More drunk than I'd seen him previously. I don't wanna go to into detail about what happened next but he said again "That boyfriend of yours is one lucky man" and then started to force himself on me. I was terrified, this man was bigger than me, stronger than me, and I was in such a state of shock that all I could do to fight back was to scream at him. Tex came back while this was all happening. I've never seen anyone get the shit beat out of them like that in my life, but Tex ripped the man off of me and kicked his ass. I was still shaken and he instructed me to grab my backpack. Our host was sitting bloodied and beaten against a wall and I watched as Tex grabbed his wallet, pulled out a hundred dollar bill, then threw the wallet at the man.

We left the room. I was still shaking and Tex did everything he could to calm me down, making sure I was alright, asking me if I needed anything, and kept repeating "I love you, I'm sorry, I love you." We made our way down the main strip and used the hundred dollar bill to get us a room in a different hotel for the night. We agreed that our time in Taos was over and that tomorrow we would head out of town for The Rainbow Gathering. We spent the night together, him consoling me after I had bandaged up his knuckles. We made love that night. He asked me if I'd marry him. I said yes. He said we'd do it tomorrow.

The next morning we caught a ride out of Taos and had our ride drop us off at the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge on U.S. Highway 68. We stood over the gorge hand in hand. There were other tourists on the bridge but we payed no notice to them. He turned to me after we stood in silence together and we had a mock ceremony. We made up vows on the spot, and we each other's hands with a knife then allowed our blood to mix and fall to the gorge below stating that blood is bond. We were happy.

After our little private ceremony we caught a ride west with a couple of guys who had been going by the bridge. They drove us all the way out to this crossroads outside of Tres Piedras. It had started to rain so we took shelter in a rusted car that was filled with trash sitting next to an abandoned gas station. It wasn't the ideal honeymoon spot but we were happy regardless. We spent the day in the car, we ate some dry ramen blocks, and finished the rest of my pot cookies. We were entirely happy.

The next day we woke up in the car and there was a Winnebago parked across the street with a woman sitting at a table outside of it. I decided to see what was going on so I got out of the car with no shoes on and started to walk over. I mis-stepped and stubbed my big toe, ripping all but a couple layers of flesh off of it. It was absolutely excruciating. I hobbled my way over to the woman who looked to be in her mid-forties. She was incredibly rude and very stuck up. I asked if she had any bands aids and she said no, so I asked if she had any paper towel, and she told me I'd have to pay fifty cents per piece. I was angry but since I didn't have an option I did so. I hobbled back over to the car and Tex woke up when I got in. I asked him if he had any tape or rubberband and he didn't so he rummaged through the random trash in the backseat and thankfully found a green rubberband wrapped around an old newspaper. He took the paper towel and folded it around my toe then wrapped it in place with the rubberband. It wasn't much but that's all we could do.

We spent the rest of the day sitting in the car. We figured out pretty quick that we were in a pretty bad position. The entire time we'd been there not a single car had passed. I remember saying, "If we die out here I'm glad we'll be doing it together." He smiled and kissed me on the lips, "I'm sure we won't die but I agree." The whole day passed by and we spent it talking, making out, talking some more. Just when we were about to give up hope of getting picked up and were preparing to figure out where the nearest town was, a pick up truck pulled into the abandoned gas station. Tex jumped out of the car and went running over to the passenger window. He talked to whoever it was then half skipped half run with the goofiest smile on his face. "Grab your stuff, babe, they're going to the gathering too!" I was so excited that I left my camera in the car and didn't realize it until we were already on the way.

The two men who gave us a ride were going to stay the night with an old friend of theirs and told us we were welcome to stay too. Tex and I were so happy to sleep in a real bed after having been in that car for so long. As soon as we got in bed together and cuddled up we fell right to sleep. I remember the next morning waking up to him laying next to me with a smile. He'd said he'd been awake for a bit and was just watching me sleep. It was the sweetest thing I'd heard. I nuzzled him and told him I loved him. We layed in bed snuggled up, enjoying the silent bond we both shared. After a while a knock came at the door and the younger of the two men said it was time to leave. So we got up, grabbed our bags and made our way out to the truck. Our hands were practically glued together the whole way except when we were passing joints with the other guys.

Once we got to our destination we were both incredibly stoned out of our minds. What happened next, is difficult to describe unless you've been to one of these gatherings. There are THOUSANDS of people and it's easy to get lost. We hadn't set up camp yet and I really had to pee so I went to find the communal piss ditch. We made our way to the trading circle which wasn't so much a circle as it was a road. He had stopped to look at something that someone was trying to trade. I asked him if he minded if I tried to find the ditch.

He smiled his beautiful smile and said, "Not at all, babe, I'll come find you when I'm done here."

"Okay." I said dancing from one foot to the next. Before I could turn around he pulled me close to him and gave me a kiss. I can still feel it as if it just happened.

"I love you more than you could know. And when I'm done we'll go set up camp and have a real honeymoon."

I told him I loved him too, that I'd see him in a few minutes. I eventually found the ditch and did my business. I stood at the end of the path that led to it waiting for him. He never showed. So after a while I went looking for him. I never saw him again.

Several years later I started asking around about him. Last night I found out Tex had passed away a couple years ago. He had been train hopping with another traveler. He tried to get off of a train and misjudged the speed as well as the jump. This traveler told me he was married, that he had fallen in-love and they got married a few days after meeting in Taos. That she was his soulmate. They got separated at the rainbow gathering and no matter how much or how hard he looked he could never find her again. He held out hope until the very end that we would be brought back together.

My heart aches. My soul weeps. RIP Tex. RIP My Soulmate.

[king-chimaera]

I don't really remember coming out to my mom but I remember coming out to my dad and I was terrified because of all the horror stories I'd heard. We were sitting on a couch at my grandma's (his mom's) and the conversation went like this:

Me:"hey Dad I like girls"

Him: "ok so you're a lesbian?"

Me: "no cause I like guys too, I'm bisexual"

Him: "alright cool"

I was kind of shocked by his reaction because everything is learned so far told me that this was the part where he disowns me but he didn't. We talked about my fears and he said it didn't matter who I loved or what gender I was because at the end of the day he loves my sister and I no matter what. It is so fucking important to show that not every coming out story is one full of pain and rejection.

I'm now comfortable with myself and hope that any child I have knows that I'll support them no matter what. (Seriously I could raise a serial killer and while I would disapprove of their life choices, I'd still support them in any way I can).

Ok I've lost track of where I was going with this post but yah, love ur kids, don't be assholes, fuck homophobes, and kiddos it's gonna be ok one day, just keep swimming.

i saw a couple posts about this but i want to reiterate the point that you dont have to have some dramatic coming out story. 

you dont have to have a “coming out story” at all.

i said to my mom “i think im transgender” in an american eagle dressing room after months of already trying to present as masc and expressing gender confusion. she bought me new jeans and we went home and i guess she told my dad.

i started going to an lgbt youth group shortly thereafter and the first time i attended i didnt have a new name picked so when they asked me i literally made one up on the spot. when my dad picked me up he saw the “hi my name is” sticker on my shirt and thats how my family was informed of my new name. the name i ultimately decided on and changed to legally i chose after some considerable thought, but i went by that name for a year and a half, and thats the name my parents still call me a lot as a nickname.

if you had the “mom, dad, i’m gay” talk and there were lots of tears and tissues that is your experience and by that fact alone it is an important story to tell. but stories that dont follow that formula and dont have some dramatic climax or make-or-break point are just as important and just as valid.